Hot Summer Job/Check on Larissa in the living room
"Hey... Larissa," you clumsily offer, almost forgetting her name.
"Hi Riley!" she replies cheerfully, far more responsive to you than her mother it seems.
Larissa sits in the middle of the floor in the living room facing the couch. She has a bunch of paper and pencil crayons covering the coffee table, dutifully scribbling and coloring some sort of schoolwork assignment. You cross the living room and sit down on the couch, Larissa paying you little direct attention. Before you've even sat you find yourself staring at this girl. She looks an awful lot like your sister. You're not sure if she's older or younger but the resemblance is a little striking. It's the hair, you think. She's also wearing a dress, however Larissa's is orange and a much looser garment which is appropriate for the heat.
And it is hot. The Callahan's don't have AC it seems. That's a terrible situation if you're now stuck here for several hours.
"You can watch TV if you want," offers Larissa.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks. I suppose I could."
You reach for the remote and almost kick your feet up onto the coffee table. Stopping yourself from ruining her drawings, you swing your legs up onto the couch instead and sprawl along the length of the cushions.
"Don't you want to see what I'm drawing?" Larissa asks, a tinge of disappointment present.
"Totally!" you reply. "I was just getting comfy."
She perks up a bit at that and starts holding up some of her papers.
"I had to write a story so now I'm doing all the pictures for it. This girl is going to go fight a dragon. And here you can see the fire coming from its mouth. I'm not sure yet how to draw the page where the wizard shows up but I kinda wanna draw a Pegasus somewhere!"
Larissa goes on for a few minutes about this epic of a story that she's written. It seems she's just happy to be able to tell someone about it. She leans all over the coffee table grabbing different sheets and putting them back and you can't help but notice how much her dress hangs off of her frame, and more specifically hangs away from it. She inadvertently (you assume) flashes her chest at you again and again and every time you picture your sister Bree in her place. You swear you've never even thought about Bree before today and yet here you are unable to get her out of your mind as your eyes remain transfixed at another girl's similarly flat chest waiting for two pert nipples to pop into view.
You offer friendly comments here and there, complimenting Larissa on her artistic abilities. Soon she sits back pleased to have shared her story with you and returns to her drawing with laser focus.
A few minutes pass in relative silence. You keep the TV at a low volume trying not to distract Larissa. This house feels a little bit smaller than yours but it could just be the layout. If you remember right, Carol is actually a single mom. You seem to think that she works from home a lot which helps make the homeschooling thing make sense too. You're not sure how she juggles both though.
As your mind wanders you hear footsteps on the stairs. Perhaps Kylie decided to join you two. But that idea is quickly destroyed when you see her.
The girl that descends the stairs doesn't have a single stitch of clothing on her entire body. The only thing that "protects" her fair skin are a few freckles on her shoulders and her nose, her short wavy red hair not long enough to cover either.
Kylie is staring down at her phone as she turns away from you at the bottom of the stairs. Mesmerized, you watch as her tight round ass and subtle hips sway from side to side walking toward the kitchen. Her dainty feet seem to hang in the air while she lazily walks as if she were airing out her toes between steps.
All too quickly she disappears from view. The fridge door opens. Does she know you're even here? Does she know her mother isn't? The fridge door closes. You hunker down into the couch hoping to not be seen yet open your eyes wider hoping to see more.
The nudist saunters into sight again. The view from the front is much better. A very thin tuft of red pubic hair sits above her otherwise milky and flawless pussy mound. Each finger and toenail has been meticulously painted a rich blue and almost matches the color of her phone case. Slender limbs hang down from her small frame accentuating her delicate form. Her tits might be (if you're being rather generous) B cups, and perhaps they only seem that large due to her tiny frame, but both of her breasts enjoy an amazing little bounce with each step as she slowly strides her way back to the staircase, a drink in one hand and her head still buried in her phone.
"She does that a lot."
With your hand already trying to adjust the growing problem in your jeans, Larissa's comment startles you. Especially since Kylie has only just left the room.
"Er... what?" you quietly ask, trying to play dumb.
"Walk around naked," she replies quite plainly. "Ever since she got boobs she's been doing it all the time."
"Oh. I... didn't notice."
Larissa briefly looks up at you with a grin. "Mom stopped caring a year ago. She said she would 'pick her battles' I think."
"She does this all the time?" you prod with interest.
"Not always. But yeah, a lot. Sometimes even when there are people over," she adds, glancing at you.
"Huh. That's... huh." Your tongue feels a bit tied in front of Larissa. You know what you want to say: "Goddamn! Your sis has some bangin' tits! And that ass! What I wouldn't give to plant my dick between those cheeks and my tongue up that slit!"
Instead, with Larissa waiting on your reaction, you offer up, "So, what grade is she going into?"
"She's turning fourteen in November."
That's not what you asked, but it is what you were looking for. Larissa is pretty sharp. But your pants are suddenly pretty tight. You just hope Larissa doesn't notice, although not much seems to get past this girl. Still, you could go do something about it. Or maybe you should go "check" on Kylie.